#(iso)

Iso

Iso is not one to like lose control of himself until he sees someone else making you laugh in that way you usually reserve just for him.

He won’t act immediately. He watches. He observes. And there's a sharp edge to his gaze, a slight twitch of his jaw, and his silence that feels heavier than usual.

He won’t say anything right away but might hover a little closer to you than usual. When he finally speaks, it's direct: “You looked… comfortable with them.”

If you brush it off, he won’t push, but the next time you two are alone, he’ll be a little more forward sitting closer, brushing your hand with his, holding your gaze longer. His need to claim you is never aggressive, but it’s undeniably intense.

If you reassure him, he softens very quickly. Expect a lingering kiss, almost like a thank-you for reassuring him.

If someone doesn’t leave you alone (the kind of person who keeps flirting with you even after you've clearly shown you're not interested) Iso doesn’t stay silent. He kinda gives them chances like a warning glance. But if they don’t get the message, he's not afraid to make it clear: you're not someone they can just play with.

His tone stays calm, but there’s something dangerous beneath it, the kind of tone that makes people think twice. “They said no. I suggest you listen next time.” It's not loud, but it lands.

He won’t drag you away or make a scene. He won’t need to. One step forward, a quiet tilt of his head, and the air changes. Whoever was bothering you usually finds a reason to leave quickly after that.

Once you're alone, he’ll glance at you, voice low: “You okay?” And if you nod, he’ll brush his knuckles gently against your hand.

Chamber

If someone else gets too friendly with you? Suddenly, he’s draping an arm around your shoulder, planting a kiss to your cheek while smiling directly at the intruder.

“Ah, mon amour, I hope you’re not too bored, I see you’ve found... a substitute?”

He’s smug about it, but there's a flicker of insecurity sometimes in his eyes

Later, in private, he’ll be more sincere. “Tell me, chérie… do you like when others give you attention like that?” his voice lower, more vulnerable. He’s not asking for dominance he’s asking for reassurance.

And if you tease him? He’ll smirk, play along, and then completely ruin you with one kiss, just to remind you exactly who you're with.

If someone keeps flirting with you not just playful banter, but persistent, lingering too close, Chamber notices immediately.

He doesn’t get angry. Oh no, that would be too easy. Instead, he steps in with a smile so sharp it might as well be a blade. He slides up beside you, arm slipping effortlessly around your waist, fingers brushing your hip as if they belong there.

“Pardon” he says to the offender, all polite arrogance, “but you’re standing awfully close to my partner.” There’s that pointed emphasis almost like he’s reminding everyone in the room.

His voice stays smooth, but his eyes are completely different. Dangerous in a way that only someone who’s watched him in battle would recognize.

If the flirter tries to joke it off, Chamber just smiles wider. “Ah, I see… bold. Admirable, even. But perhaps you should aim for someone available next time.” He doesn’t look away until they do.

Later, when it’s just the two of you his fingers brush yours as he murmurs, “I know you would never entertain them… but I don’t like sharing, mon cœur.”

Tejo

Tejo doesn’t do big outbursts when he gets jealous, it just shows in some small ways.

A glance that lingers too long, just watching the interaction unfold.

If someone gets too friendly with you, he won’t jump to pull you away. No he waits.

He’ll show up right as things seem to be getting “interesting,” casually inserting himself into the conversation. He doesn’t say much, but his presence is enough to shift the energy entirely.

“Funny,” he’ll murmur later, voice low as he cleans his weapon. “Didn’t know you were such good friends with them.” Not angry, just saying it in a almost scarily calm way.

He doesn’t ask why you were so close, he gives you space to explain. And if you tease him? If you say something like “Were you jealous?” he’ll smirk faintly and say, “Jealous? No. But I don’t like sharing things that are mine.”

He doesn’t need to raise his voice to assert himself. He’ll prove it another way: subtle touches with a quiet intensity, a hand to your waist, a whisper in your ear that makes your breath catch.

If someone just won’t take the hint (keeps flirting with you like they’re trying to test the waters) He’ll appear by your side with perfect timing.

He doesn’t say anything biting. Doesn’t need to. Just stands close enough that his presence becomes impossible to ignore. He lets the silence drag a little too long between you all, until the air feels way< too heavy.

If they still don’t get the message, then Tejo speaks “You done?” It’s not aggressive, but there’s something in his voice that says: this conversation is over.

When you’re alone, he won’t bring it up unless you do. But if you mention it, and ask it it bothered hi,. he’ll give you that slow look, eyes scanning your face before he murmurs, “Only because they didn’t seem to understand their place.”

Reyna

Reyna’s jealousy is obvious. It's impressive anyone even tried to flirt with you because most know that you are dating Reyna

But still if someone is stupid enough the flirt with you ,the second she sees it, she’s striding over with a smirk and a glint in her eye that could cut glass.

She’ll drape herself across you, kiss your cheek slowly, and lock eyes with the offender. “Mine,” she says with a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

She’s not insecure ,she’s possessive. And she will remind you who you belong to, whether that means dragging you away mid-conversation or kissing you breathless in the nearest hallway.

But when you’re alone, her tone changes. “Tell me, mi amor… do you like making me jealous?” There’s heat in her voice, but also a question, the vulnerability that she usually hides in front of others.

If you admit you like seeing her that way, her grin will be wicked. “Then don’t be surprised when I take what’s mine.”

She doesn’t just want reassurance she wants proof. And you’ll give it to her, one kiss, one moan, one breathless whisper at a time.

If someone keeps flirting with you after Reyna’s already made her claim, it stops being amusing. The smirk fades. The fire in her eyes burn even brighter, less playful now, more dangerous.

She won’t raise her voice. One step closer, her arm slipping around your waist, and suddenly, the room feels smaller. Colder. Heavier.

“Still trying?” she’ll purr, eyes locked on the one who just doesn’t get it. “How cute.” The words are sweet. The tone is anything but.

You won’t get to say goodbye. She’s already walking off with you in tow, leaving no doubt in anyone’s mind about who you belong to.

If you ask her if she was jealous, her laugh is low and unapologetic. “No, mi amor. I was furious.”

Sage

Sage doesn’t get jealous easily. She trusts you. She gives people the benefit of the doubt. But there is a quiet sting when she sees someone else stealing your attention.

She won’t interrupt. Instead, she’ll pull away become a little more distant. A soft, subtle withdrawal that says: I saw what happened, and I’m trying not to let it bother me.

If you ask what’s wrong, she’ll be gentle but honest. “You were laughing with Yoru earlier. I know it’s nothing, but… I guess I just...”

You’d have to coax it out of her reassure her with soft touches and encouraging words.

When she finally relaxes, she smiles and brushes your cheek. “Thank you. I’m not usually like this, but… I care about you deeply.”

Sage has endless patience, but even she has her limits. If someone continues to flirt with you despite it being clear you're already with her, she will not let that sit on her.

She doesn’t make a scene. That’s not her style. But there’s a certain shift the way she straightens, the way her eyes narrow just a touch.

But when it becomes too much, when the line is crossed just once too often she steps in gracefully, with a soft smile that almost hides everything she is feeling underneath.

She’ll greet you first, fingers gently brushing your arm. Then she’ll look at the one who just can’t take a hint.

“Ah,” she’ll say gently, her hand slipping into yours, “I didn’t realize you were in the middle of something.” It sounds polite ,kind even, but there’s an unmistakable finality in her tone. This conversation? Over.

She won’t say anything more about it until later, when it’s just the two of you.

“I trust that you can handle yourself” she’ll whisper, fingers resting lightly over your heart. “But next time… I might not be so polite.”

And if you tease her for it (call her possessive in that playful way) her lips will curve into the faintest smile as she tilts her head. “I’ve never claimed to be perfect.”

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